A mundane monday

I will include of my updates and current feelings in the following poem. So...read that and know me.

They say, through a haze.

They say confidence is key.
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
They say there is someone for everyone.
They say the third time is the charm.

Who are they? Some council of wizened seers,
cast in shadows and clouds of dense pipe smoke?
Each more threadbare than the other, for their mind is their only concern?
Do they gather bi-weekly to discuss the mysteries of social interaction
or gather to deliberate about the quantity of times one must try?
And I am sure they know the exact quantity of fish in the sea.

Yes, that is who they are.

But I think
there is a blip in their data
A smudge in their computations
flaws can be found in their thesis


For those optimistic things don't apply to me.
I do my best to fit into their numbers.
"1 in five" well for me it is along the lines of 542423 in 9928102843
not a very good number

Consider me, red.
Thrown in a fit against the canvas.
I am LOUD
and Annoying
jovial
excitable
ignorant
and thoughtful

So, says the person.
everyone is different. Someone likes you.
then their phone rings out the cry of a text message.

YOU, I say, YOU ALL
You are the one who has friends, receives messages and calls
for people want to spend time with you.
when is it a call for me?

GIVE ME BACK MY POT.
I WILL NO LONGER SMOKE YOU UP FOR FREE.

your all using me.

buzzz

you use me to help you. you don't care to see me

buzzz

"how are you Daniel? actually don't answer, I don't care"

buzzz

"It is a platonic love."
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN PLATO CAN DEFINE

buzzz

turn off that damn phone
and leave your calls for later

now is the time of...I don't know

Wait, What?

O.K. guys, it has been some time since I last posted a bit for you so I plan to make this one a good one with lots of stories about....me.

Let's first start with the most pressing of news. My computer is pulling the windows vista suck a lot protocol on me. Meaning it is implementing a secret Microsoft protocol of sucking and destroying my beautiful computer. Microsoft, if you are among my 5 readers, go die. So i decided to go to Best Buy and talk to the geek squad. Do you know what those jerks tried to charge me? 200 dollars for a simple re-format. WHAT THE HELL. THAT IS STEALING. IF YOU HAVE THE SYSTEM RESTORE CD THAT COMES WITH YOUR COMPUTER IT IS A INSERT CD, FOLLOW DIRECTIONS, PROCESSES. IT DOES NOT COST 200 DOLLARS. JERKS

Anyways, my computer is turning shitty and I want to re format but I never learned how so I am confused and alone with my grandparents.

On another note I am becoming quite prosperous in my friend making process. And that is good?
But I am also losing old friends by the day and that is not good.

So anyways not as many stories as I wanted to tell...because I forgot the others.

POEM!!

Nevermore Nectarine

A tree

The process of life

Traveling up from soil

Surging, vivid, electric through veins

Composing lattice patterns on wood-work boughs

Teaching a bud

How to bloom

And blossom

Bring forth bounty

Feed bees

Then burgeon

A bulb

Of fleshy beauty

Believe it can be

Brought by blowing winds

The barrage of rain

A bereavement of the skies

Can build

A bit of blackberry

Apple

Cherry

Peach

Orange

Nectarine

Eat the nectarine

Till it is nevermore

But it is never-nevermore